I see walls
But these walls aren't in my way
I read words
But they don't have much to say
I don't listen to the cops
They talk with wood and lead
Don't listen to he planes flying overhead
Don't listen to the sound of the loss and gain
I just listen to the sound of the rain
When there is hope
Theres such a rush to put it down
I step aside
And let the others hang around
*Rain falls like buckshot on a tin roof
Gotta drink at the roots of all this confusion
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say what I saw?
I see a man
He works so hard to get ahead
And we're in a band
That's playing music for the dead
(Kinman/Kinman) Black Impala Music BMI *additional lyric T.Strange
— Covering the Dils third single was Mike's idea... Rank and File also did a version and we blended what we liked from the two. Tommy came up with a lyric over the bridge in the studio. We liked it and kept it on the recording. Thanks to Chip Kinman for the chords, I hope we got em right!